L'hibiscus comme peinture

Chapitre 122

With her last breath, the dancing girl glared resentfully at Sheng Zi, who was still chatting with her pet. If looks could kill, Sheng Zi would have been riddled with arrows long ago: "Hmph, she can't cure poison. That person clearly said that Sheng Zi's antidote skills are no worse than her poison-making skills, especially since the poison came from her pet. How could she not know how to cure it? She clearly wants him dead! What did she do to offend her?"

"Ah! I remember now, Xiao Yingying is the number one goddess doctor in the world, she can save you, I'll go call her right now." Sheng Zi seemed to suddenly remember, and rushed out to call for help while exclaiming in surprise. The moment she turned around, she curled up a wicked smile: Hehe... Xiao Yingying seems to have researched some new medicine recently, but she hasn't found anyone to test it yet.

"Miss Wu, don't worry, with Huang Ying here, you'll be fine." Bai Xiaosheng gently helped Miss Wu lie down, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said with a look of heartache and concern.

"Hmm." The dancer's eyes were closed, and she nodded unconsciously, biting her lips so hard they bled. She had to stay awake; she couldn't afford to be hurt. His plan still had to be carried out... But after a while, she regretted staying awake.

"Who's been poisoned?" Huang Ying walked in impatiently, still sleepy and yawning, clearly having just been dragged out of bed.

"Dr. Huang, you've come at the right time! Miss Wu has been bitten by the Purple Pavilion Master's scorpion. Please help her detoxify; she seems to be in great pain!" As soon as Bai Xiaosheng saw Huang Ying enter, his face lit up with joy, and he hurriedly said, his brows furrowed deeply, as if the pain on her body was the pain in his heart. If it weren't for what happened just now, which completely exposed his true colors, one would think he was so infatuated and affectionate.

"So what if I got bitten by a scorpion? What's the big deal? Couldn't you have waited until tomorrow? Why did you have to wake me up in the middle of the night..." Huang Ying waved her sleeve impatiently, her face showing a look of 'You've made me lose my precious sleep time over such a small thing,' how annoying.

"Yes, yes... It was wrong of us to disturb Miss Huang, but please, could you please cure Miss Wu's poison?" Bai Xiaosheng suppressed his anger and spoke politely. Tomorrow? Miss Wu's poison would likely kill her if they waited any longer. Waiting until tomorrow? The Holy Immortal Sect truly treats human life like dirt. Hmph, how can such evil and crooked practices be allowed to remain in the world? He had found another good excuse for himself.

"Get out of the way." Huang Ying finally walked to the bedside, rudely shoving Bai Xiaosheng aside. She checked the girl's pulse; just right, she had only one breath left. Turning around, she took out the newly refined medicine and golden needles. Her previously sleepy eyes suddenly gleamed with a wicked smile, a cold smirk playing on her lips...

A short while later, the man, who was already severely poisoned and on the verge of death, suddenly let out a deafening scream that shook the earth. The sound soared into the sky, so shrill, so painful, so heart-wrenching. All living things within a hundred miles avoided it, unable to bear to listen any longer. It was a wail that seemed to come from the eighteenth level of hell... It echoed all night long...

"This dancing girl is quite a formidable character. How could a 'weak woman' endure such pain?" Sheng Qing remained seated on the rooftop, laughing mockingly.

"Hehe... Little Sakura really went all out this time. It's best to avoid provoking her in the future. She's even more terrifying than the Poison Woman!" Saint Orange said with an awkward smile and a scared expression.

On the rooftop, the two people, one in orange and one in green, listened with smiles to the heart-wrenching wails. To an outsider, it would seem as if they were enjoying some beautiful music.

The night was dark, and the heart-wrenching screams continued...

Chapter 83 of the Jianghu (Martial Arts World)

The morning sun shone on the earth, bringing a fresh start to the day. Birds chirped and insects hummed, creating a truly peaceful scene. The air was so fresh, and the world was so beautiful. Who could have imagined that such a paradise on earth had witnessed such a tragic event yesterday?

Standing by the lotus pond was a frail woman with one side of her face swollen and the other covered in needle marks. Her once smooth hair was now disheveled, a truly terrifying sight. Her beautiful eyes were filled with fierce resentment, her delicate hands clenched tightly, her nails digging into her palms as if she felt nothing. Her lips were pressed together, thick with hatred and malice: "Sheng Zi, Huang Ying, the suffering you've caused me, I will repay you a hundredfold, a thousandfold! I'll make you know what true agony is! And the Holy Lord, hmph, Sheng Zi. Huang Ying must have been acting on his orders to target her. Once I get what I want, I'll make sure you die a horrible death."

A wisp of green shadow approached from afar. The woman stared intently at the imposing figure that haunted her dreams, a cold smile playing on her tightly pursed lips: Here they come.

Suddenly, her petite body leaned forward and jumped straight into the lotus pond. But at the last second, a figure in green flashed, grabbed the woman's slender waist with one hand, and skimmed up like a dragonfly, landing steadily on the edge of the lotus pond.

"Young lady, why are you contemplating suicide?" Jin Xuan released the woman and asked calmly. He couldn't help but feel puzzled: This was a mansion under the Holy Immortal Sect, and apart from the Holy Lord and his entourage, there wasn't even a servant. How could such a frail woman be here celebrating her birthday with such a tragic end? Could she be the so-called dancing girl who came with Brother Duan?

"Uh...?" The woman, who had been sobbing softly, looked up in astonishment upon hearing Jinxuan's words, staring at him with a mixture of disbelief and delight.

"You..." When Jin Xuan saw the woman's "true face," even he, usually so composed, couldn't help but be shocked: her face was practically covered in needle marks, one side of her face was badly swollen, making it impossible to see her original appearance. Only her beautiful eyes looked very familiar, very familiar...

"Waaaaah..." The "ugly woman" seemed to only then realize that she was too ashamed to show her face. She immediately covered her face with her sleeve, sobbing softly. She turned around and tried to jump into the pool again, but Jin Xuan stopped her with lightning speed.

"You...you let me go, sob sob..." The woman suddenly struggled violently while crying. Her voice was weak, aggrieved, and desperate, and even Jinxuan felt that he was harassing an innocent woman rather than saving her.

"You are... Cheng Wuying." Upon hearing the woman's voice, Jin Xuan's deep-set eyes narrowed. He forcefully pulled the struggling woman towards him, speaking each word with a chilling malice. His voice, filled with hatred, seemed to emanate from his very core. His expression instantly turned icy and sinister, his lips pressed tightly together, radiating a chilling and murderous aura. He tightened his grip on the woman's hand, as if to crush it. He would never forget that familiar, gentle voice. It was because of this pitiful, heartbreakingly weak voice that he had lost the one he loved most. He believed that this gentle, sincere voice wouldn't lie to him; he trusted that obedient and docile voice too much... Even if she turned to ashes, he would never forget her...

"It hurts... Waaah... It hurts..." Cheng Wuying cried out in a heavy sob as she tried to shake off Jin Xuan's hand. Two lines of tears streamed down her "thousands of wounds" face, making her look so pitiful and heartbreaking.

"Hmph, it hurts, doesn't it?" Jin Xuan not only didn't let go of her hand, but tightened it even more, coldly laughing, his face full of vengeful pleasure, almost saying, "I don't know why? The more you're in pain, the happier I am, so happy!"

The mention of "Third Brother" reignited his anger, and the scene of Jun's departure flashed before his eyes again.

"Waaah... Third brother... Let go! It really hurts! Waaah... Third brother... Wu Ying's hand hurts so much!" Cheng Wu Ying cried even harder, desperately trying to pry Jin Xuan's hand open with her other hand, but she couldn't budge Jin Xuan's hand an inch. She looked at Jin Xuan timidly with teary eyes and cried.

Her wrist bone was broken; the crisp sound pierced her heart. It hurt terribly, but nothing could compare to the tearing pain in her heart. Jin Xuan's vengeful pleasure, his cold, merciless laugh, the deadly strike—it was more unbearable than any sword piercing her heart. The pain in her hand was insignificant; her heart was almost numb with agony: "Third brother, I love you so much. For you, I lost my beloved father, my happy family, my reputation, everything. I was scorned and cursed by the world, even selling my soul to that person… But I don't regret it at all. I don't care about anything else, only you. But why do you treat me like this? Half a year, a whole half year, and you still hate me for that woman! It's all because of Mo Jun. If it weren't for her, you would definitely marry me, third brother…"

“Third brother?... Heh..." Jin Xuan chuckled suddenly, repeating, seemingly deeply moved by the words “Third brother.” He finally released Cheng Wuying’s hand. Those three words had indeed deeply affected him; it was those three words that had ruined the emperor, ruined him…

Just as Cheng Wuying was overjoyed, thinking that Jinxuan had finally remembered their "past affection" and spared her, showing some pity, Jinxuan suddenly struck, slapping her hard across the face. Blood immediately flowed from the corner of her mouth. Before she could even cry out, Jinxuan had already grabbed her neck, slowly lifting her up. His deep eyes turned bloodshot, almost as red as Yelü Ying's. The intense hatred and killing intent emanating from him terrified Cheng Wuying. Her handsome face was contorted in extreme pain, her black hair whipping wildly in the wind... She had never seen Jinxuan like this before. At this moment, he was not Prince Jin, not Ouyang Jinxuan; he was a devil, a vengeful devil, a vengeful devil from hell.

"Third Brother...cough...cough..." Cheng Wuying immediately felt suffocated, her eyes wide open, her feet off the ground, kicking wildly, desperately trying to pry Jin Xuan's hands off. Her long fingernails scratched red marks on the back of Jin Xuan's hands, but Jin Xuan seemed oblivious, increasing the pressure on her hands. She hadn't expected her third brother to actually try to kill her. She thought that his threat to kill her back then was just a momentary rage, and now, half a year later, while he certainly wouldn't give her a kind look, he wouldn't do anything to her either. After all, they had grown up together as childhood sweethearts. But she never expected that her third brother would still want to kill her, even more terrifyingly than before...

Just as Cheng Wuying's eyes began to roll back and she gradually stopped breathing, a white figure stepped between the two, grabbed Jin Xuan's hand that was holding Cheng Wuying, and with a forceful pull, rescued Cheng Wuying, who was on her last breath, from Jin Xuan's grasp.

Having escaped from Jin Xuan's clutches, Cheng Wuying immediately collapsed to the ground, coughing incessantly, her face flushed red, completely lacking any ladylike demeanor. Coupled with her "unbearable" appearance, she was truly disgusting.

Jin Xuan had completely lost his senses. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Cheng Wuying with hatred as he took a step forward towards her, his only thought as if he were possessed, wanting nothing more than to kill her. But as soon as he took that step, the Holy Lord blocked Cheng Wuying's path, preventing Jin Xuan from getting any closer to her.

"Get out of the way." Jin Xuan coldly raised his head and said in a low voice. The familiar white figure finally brought Jin Xuan back to his senses, but it still couldn't stop him from killing Cheng Wuying.

"I don't care what grudges you have, but Miss Wu is a guest of my Holy Immortal Sect. How can I allow the Prince to kill someone here?" The Holy Lord said calmly and resolutely, a hint of complexity flashing in his unfathomable eyes before he quickly returned to his calm and indifferent state.

"Are you really going to protect her?" Jin Xuan finally turned his eyes, which had been filled with hatred for Cheng Wuying, to the Holy Lord, his face dark with rage, and said coldly. The Holy Lord's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, pulling him back to his senses. But whether he was out of his mind or sober, his desire to kill Cheng Wuying remained the same.

"Yes." The Holy Lord looked back at Jin Xuan with calm and unwavering eyes, and said firmly, looking like a "protector of flowers" who was determined to protect Cheng Wuying with his life.

"Fine, since that's the case, don't blame me for being impolite." Jin Xuan chuckled coldly, retreating as he spoke in a deep voice. His deep eyes flashed with hurt and sorrow: Why? Why did you stop me from killing her? Was I really wrong? Was your resemblance to Jun just a coincidence? Was it all just wishful thinking on my part?

The pain in Jinxuan's eyes pierced the Holy Lord's heart. She didn't really want to save Cheng Wuying, but she was just a pawn. The real pawn had not yet appeared, and she still had value. Jinxuan, you said you would play the game with me, so why are you now caught in the game, a pawn in the game, and almost ruined my carefully laid plan?

"Cheng Wuying, prepare to die!" Jin Xuan roared, leaping into the air and flashing past the Holy Lord. He then struck Cheng Wuying, who was still in shock, with a palm strike. This palm strike was imbued with internal force, and even an ordinary martial artist would surely die if struck by it, let alone Cheng Wuying, a weak woman with no martial arts skills.

The moment the Holy Lord made his move, he knew what Jin Xuan was thinking. Just as Jin Xuan's palm was about to strike Cheng Wuying, the Holy Lord flashed and suddenly struck out, clashing with Jin Xuan's palm. This strike caused both of them to take a step back. Jin Xuan had anticipated the Holy Lord's move. As soon as he stood still, he spun around, and a strong airflow immediately surrounded him. He wanted to kill Cheng Wuying before the Holy Lord could react.

The Holy Emperor was startled. With a flick of his white robe, he immediately swept Cheng Wuying up, dodging Jin Xuan's attack. He then tossed her into the air, and Cheng Wuying plummeted vertically, crashing onto the grass with a loud thud. Although she wouldn't die, it was estimated that all the bones in her body were about to shatter. She was in so much pain that tears streamed down her face. She was lying face down, and when she lifted her face, there was mud on her lips and a few blades of grass stuck in her messy hair. She looked incredibly disheveled, probably never having been so unlucky or pathetic in her life.

Chapter 84 of the Jianghu (Martial Arts World)

Tonight, the moon is bright and the stars are few; such a beautiful night is destined to be anything but peaceful.

Inside the main hall, the Holy Emperor sat in the head seat, with Jin Xuan beside him. Behind them stood Yi Tian and Yi Han. To his left were the various sect leaders of the Holy Immortal Pavilion, Huang Ying, and Wei Ziqi, while to his right were Duan Zhengfei and the leaders of the various sects. A wisp of incense smoke curled from a nearby incense burner, filling the hall with the fragrance of a hundred flowers, permeating everyone present.

The Holy Lord's face was veiled in white, his unfathomable eyes revealing no emotion. Two strands of white hair fluttered across his forehead, highlighting his weathered and extraordinary nature, making him someone one dared not look up to. Jin Xuan's expression was blank, his deep eyes fixed intently on the Holy Lord. The other members of the Holy Immortal Sect all smiled in a chilling manner, while Wei Ziqi and Huang Ying chatted happily in hushed tones. Duan Zhengfei watched this scene with a bad feeling. The four sect leaders were behaving strangely tonight, and the Holy Lord's willingness to meet them was even more perplexing. He felt that some conspiracy was brewing. The four sect leaders all looked at the Holy Lord with smiles, but the occasional glint of light revealed greed and ruthlessness.

"Hey! Why isn't Miss Wu here? Sect Leader Bai!" Saint Orange spoke first with a smile, breaking the silence in the hall. Her peach blossom eyes glanced sideways at the four sect leaders, who were both excited and nervous.